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  “Dad,” you started, tick mark slowly growing, “Why is it, out of all the waitresses here, you make me wear this uniform?” You were dressed in knee high, off-white socks and brown short boot, a short green skirt, topped by a half apron with frills, a low cut shirt with puffed sleeves that reached your elbows, and a dark maroon vest with its strings in the front, accentuating your chest.

    “Well, dear, I just thought it would look best on you…” he stuttered. You know that I can’t just quit working here is why, you thought angrily. “(name), go serve the guests!” Your dad pushed you out from the safety of the back of the bar, into the main serving room. You wanted to go back, but one of the other waitresses gave you a serving platter and pushed you further into the room. Ticked off, you hide your emotions with a smile and wandered from table to table, taking orders for beer, sake, and food.

    You could see why your dad reneged his previous promise of giving you the evening off, since a large pirate crew came in. But that didn’t change you being upset with him. He promised I wouldn’t work on my birthday! And we’d close early just so we could have a party! Figures he would put customers before his own daughter! And to top it off, he gave me the harassment uniform! You’ve already received a couple of wolf whistles and guys trying to feel you up. They were quickly and violently shut down. You walked to a table of three guys who just sat down.

    “Welcome to the Royal Sea bar! How may I serve you this evening?” you asked with mock enthusiasm.

    “I would like a mug of sake yoi,” said the man with the blond tuft.

    “I would like to try your best ale,” said the man with the pompadour.

    The third guy lounged back, feet propped on the table. He glanced from under the brim of his orange cowboy hat, cockily grinning in you direction. “Could I have you?”

    “Only if you want your ass served to you,” you deadpanned. Cowboy’s feet slipped off the table, causing Pompadour to scoff and Tuft to smirk. “This also applies to the two of you as well.”

    “Yes waitress yoi.”

    Cowboy finally pulled himself together and asked for a dozen meals and a mug of ale as well. Once you returned to the kitchen with the order, your dad grabs your arm and yanked you to the side. “Do you know who they are?”

    “They’re pirates…?”

    “They’re the top commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates! Didn’t you recognize Marco the Phoenix or Fire Fist Ace?”

    “Dad, I could care less if one of the pirates in the bar are rookies or Yonkos. They’re still just customers.”

    “But if we impress them, then we might be able to create loyal customers out of the Whitebeard pirates! Maybe they could convince Whitebeard himself to come to our bar! Then we’ll impress Whitebeard, and he claims our bar as his favorite!”

    “Dad, you’re daydreaming again. This is probably just a regular refuel stop, then we’ll never see them again.”

    “I still want you to impress those commanders.”

    You exaggerated your sigh. “Dad, are you even the least bit nervous I might send them the wrong impression?” You waved up and down at your attire.

    Your dad stared at you blank faced. “What impression are you talking about?” You brought a hand up to your face, sighing with more force than before. “Come on (name), I need you out there now!” He started pushing you back out towards the commanders from earlier. You were trying to dig your heels into the floor, vehemently trying to back pedal back to the kitchen. Unfortunately your dad won, and plopped you into the open seat. “Welcome sirs! I was hoping if you would be willing to entertain my daughter (name) a while. She’s always wanted to have adventure, so I figured you gentlemen would have multiple stories to tell her.”

    The three of them sweat-dropped, unsure if they should respond favorably to the nervous wreck of your dad, or if the shouldn’t for your own sake. Ace spoke up. “Sure, we’d love to tell (name) stories of our adventures.”

    Your face became gloomy while your dad’s brightened up. “Thank you so much kind sirs! I’ll make sure your order gets out to you as soon as possible!” Your dad abandoned you at the table with the three strangers. Instead of initiating conversation, you let the awkward silence hang as long as possible between the four of you.

    “(name)-yoi, I get the distinct feeling you don’t want to be here yoi.” You glanced over to Marco, who seemed to be concerned.

    “There are a lot of things I would rather change about this evening.” Your tone was void of most emotions, while being brushed by irritation and sadness.

    “What are they (name)-san?” Pompadour head asked soothingly.

    “My own dad forced me to wear this terrible uniform, abandoned me to pirates who could do who knows what with me-“ You stopped yourself, remembering whom you were talking to. “No offense to you guys.”

    “None taken.”

    “Where was I… oh yeah. Abandoned me with pirates who could do who knows what with me, only because he wants me to impress them so his business could increase. And given this uniform, I’m probably going to be sending the wrong impression, which my dad fails to see. And the big fat cherry to top off the list is that today is my birthday, which my dad has pretty much thrown into the trash.”

    “It couldn’t be that bad,” Ace said.

    “This has pretty much happened on every single birthday I’ve had since I turned fourteen,” you deadpanned. The three of them sweat-dropped. You let the awkward silence take over again; hoping the three of them would just let you go.

    Ace, however, had a different plan in mind. “Why don’t we celebrate your birthday with you (name)-san?”

    You scrunched your face in confusion. “Why?”

    “We stopped in your bar on your birthday, and we’re the ones your dad is trying to impress. Why not let us try and make it up to you?”

    You frown at Ace’s reasoning. “… Fine. I can’t think of how my birthday is going to get any worse. What are your names, by the way?”

    You were now fully introduced to Ace, Marco, and Thatch. You all started with card games, which lead to drinking card games. You asked for a mug of water, since your dad still wouldn’t let you have alcohol yet. However, at some point your mug was switched with Marco’s. Once you took your first hit from his mug, your entire personality shifted. You became a giggling school girl.

    “(name)-yoi, I think your drunk yoi.”

    “What? Me? Drunk? Never,” you slurred. “I feel fiiiine. I bet I could drink all your asses under the table.”

    Ace himself wasn’t all together either. “You think you could drink us under the table, when only a swallow makes you drunk? Ha! I bet you couldn’t keep up with me.”

    “Is that a challenge I hear? I shall take it, good sir, and watch you crumble in defeat.”

    “You’re the one who’s going down (name)!” And thus the two of you began a drinking contest. Thatch and Marco tried to stay out of your way, since you seemed hell bent on beating Ace. If anything, you surprised the first and fourth commander, since you seemed to keep up with Ace without becoming any worse than you were. However, at one point Ace couldn’t put up with you keeping up with him, so he thought, in his very drunken mind, that he’d win if he fought you. So he lunged across the table. Even though you weren’t expecting it, you seemed to get all the more riled by the fight. At one point the two of you crashed next to a family eating in the bar, which Ace stood up and quickly apologized to. You lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. At some point your dad tried to stop the fight, only to get knocked out by a loose flying punch. Thatch and Marco sweat-dropped when this happened.

    You and Ace were laying on the floor, flat out exhausted, but neither of you wanting to admit defeat.

    “Daaammnn iittt,” Ace slurred. “Why won’t you go down?”

    You pout at him. “Because I want to wiiiiinnnn.”

    “Hey, I have a great idea!”

    “What?”

    “I’ll hit you with Haki, and if you’re conscious afterwards, I promise to grant you one wish, whatever that may be.”

    “Hackee? Isn’t that some sport on ice?”

    “No, Haki.”

    “Ok. I don’t know what this Hackee is, but if I win, then I want you to take me on an adventure!”

    “Got it. And if I win… uuuhhhhmmm… I’ll figure it out later.” Ace then let out a burst of Conqueror’s Haki, knocking out pretty much everyone in the bar. Ace glanced over to Thatch. “Is she out?”

    “No stuuupiiid,” you answered. “I’m very much awake. What was that thing anyway? A fart in the wind?”

    Marco and Thatch were surprised you were still conscious after Ace’s burst. The significance of your wakefulness washed over Ace. “Damn. Then I owe you an adventure. Think you can get up?” You lurch to your feet, leaning like the tower of Pisa. “Good. Now help me up, and let’s go looking for trouble.” You help him up, and the two of you stumble out the bar door.

    Marco and Thatch watched the two of you leave. “This isn’t going to end well, will it?” Thatch asked Marco.

    “No yoi.”

    “Do you think one of us should tell Pops he’s going to get a daughter?”

    “Yes yoi.”

    “Who should keep an eye on Ace and (name)?”

    Marco’s response was to shift into his phoenix form and fly off towards the Moby Dick.

    “Great. I get babysitting duty.”